after Lawrence's post, couldn't resist some Good Ol' Noise for all those
Romantically Enclosed out there in Poetryland - loses some in the
snipping but:-
.....silence throttles little
thought
hard of hearing too profound for me: power gestation less
unpleasant. Homily groin
self-destruct too sentimental, urine accumulates in a tradition
of interpretation out of which new prizes will arise - distaff
fluorescence; make a V with your victim. Facts do speak for
themselves but the signal-to-noise levels are low. Progressive
firefighters' union, sibling giblet, jungle dense with accultura-
tion replacing wing tips
extra hose for the slumber party gravery butter, pandora's
viaduct.....
(from 'I Don't Have Any Paper...' Mr B.Andrews)
Rob.
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Rob Holloway
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